He could almost imagine it didn't just happen.
But it did.
Bile rises in his throat, bitter and warm. The light and adrenaline fade from his body.
He almost doesn't register his legs hitting the ground, slowly making their way towards the impact site.
The roaring in his ears grows louder as he spots a glint of orange sparkling in the moonlight, half-buried in the upturned soil.
With shaking hands, he plucks a tiny piece of what used to be his friend from the ground.
Rain starts to fall.
It takes him almost two hours, but he finds them all.